“Please… Don’t Die…” — A Single Dad Saved a Billionaire’s Life, Then Disappeared…

“For now?”

“She is recovering. Broken arm, cracked ribs, concussion. Very fortunate.” He tilted his head. “Because of you.”

I should have shut the door.

Instead, I stepped aside.

That was my first mistake.

Graham entered like he owned the air.

He didn’t sit until I moved Lily’s coloring books off the couch. Even then, he sat at the edge, careful not to touch too much.

Lily peeked around the kitchen wall.

“Daddy?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Eat your dinner.”